To my reviewers:
Elisa, Red Jeanie, Amber, Falrow, and Nightwing 509: Thanks for the reviews!
Panther28: No, with Chloe now blended with the symbiote she won't be able to sense anything differently about Clark. And about Chloe finding out Clark's secret, uh, we'll see.
Anarra: Yeah, I noticed the spelling errors. I'll try and fix it on this new chapter.
The ride to the Talon was anything but silent. After leaving the Kent farm Nisette had resumed control and talked adamantly with both Clark and Pete. She was extremely curious about the Tau'ri and how much they had advanced in her absence.
She played with the truck's radio. She pressed a button and watched as a the dial scrolled through the stations before settling on a pop station. Britney Spear's "Toxic" began to blare through the speakers. "This is music?" She asked.
"Yeah, but not what we normally listen too." Pete responded. He quickly changed to a rock station. Evanessence's "Bring Me to Life" came on. "Now this is music."
"Yes, it is." Nisette agreed quietly. She closed her eyes and began humming along to the tune as they pulled up to a stop sign.
After the song finished Nisette went back to looking through the stations. "Nisette." Clark began, causing her to stop and look at him. "What exactly is that gold band you have?"
The Tok'ra brought the band out of her back pack and slid it over her left hand. "It is called a ribbon device." She brought her hand up to her face, examining the ruby red jewel.
"What does it do?" Pete asked.
"It' is a weapon." The two looked at one another slightly worried that she had brought it with her. "It is capable of firing a concentrated amount of energy at a person. It can also incapacitate or even kill a human depending on how it is focused.
By the looks their giving you, I don't think they are overly pleased with what you're telling them.> Chloe mentally chided.
Perhaps not.> Nisette replied. I think I shall now return control to you.>
As soon as Chloe had control of her body, she spoke. "Don't worry guys, neither Nisette or I plan on using it on you two in the future."
"Wow, that's reassuring." Pete muttered. Chloe shot him a dirty look as they pulled into the Talon. Chloe slipped the ribbon device back into her backpack before following the other's inside.
At the dig site Dr. Weathers was going over some of his notes when all the sudden one of his assistants ran out of a tent at full speed. "Dr. Weathers!" The young man yelled through ragged breaths.
"Hrm, yes?" The archeologist turned around to see the assistant running up to him at full speed carrying something in his arms.
"Sir, you won't believe what was just found!" The younger man exclaimed. He opened his arms to the doctor to reveal...
...another canopic jar.
Dr. Weathers took the jar from his assistant. "This is incredible!" he murmured while examining the jar. "It's in pristine condition, just like the other one! Good work!" The assistant beamed a smile then ran off to catalog some more artifacts while the archeologist took the jar and went back to his tent.
Dr. Weathers sat the jar down on a table then grabbed his digital camera. After taking a few pictures for cataloging purposes, he hooked the camera up to his laptop and began to download the images.
He had recently found an old e-mail link in his laptop that belonged to one Dr. Daniel Jackson. At one time he was a noted and respected archeologist. A few years ago, he had made claims that the pyramids were built by aliens and the such. Because of this, he had been laughed right out of academia for his beliefs.
Dr. Weathers shook his head. After that fateful night his friend had apparently disappeared and was never heard from for quite some time. A few months ago while searching through his address book on his computer he found Dr. Jackson's e-mail address. Weathers had thought about contacting the younger man but then decided against it.
"Oh why not." He said softly. "It's not like I'll get a response." He turned to the computer and began preparing the e-mail, not knowing the events his actions would bring.
After getting their drinks the three sat down at one of the quieter booths of the Talon. For the next few minutes no one really said anything other than just small talk. Pete would fidget uncomfortably from side to side while Clark just sat stirring his drink. Chloe seemed more active though. She was totally engrossed in her latte while still taking in the Talon's environment.
Nisette was absolutely astounded. The way people dressed, acted, etc., had totally changed in 2000 years! Because Chloe was still in control she found herself asking her host to continue looking from one place to another. Chloe found this a little irritating but did not refuse.
"So." Clark began, causing Pete to jump and Chloe to turn her attention back to her friend. "What do we do now?"
Pete shrugged while Chloe asked her symbiote. "Nisette wants to see more of Smallville." They looked at each other, nodded, and headed out.
After sending the e-mail, Dr. Weathers sat down at his desk and began examining the jar. The inscriptions on it matched the other and he was sure that there was some relevance to it; he just didn't know what. He decided to get the other jar and the armband and headed to where they were stored.
He opened up a small cabinet and found it empty. Frowning for a minute, he headed over to another cabinet and was met with some old books but nothing more. 'Someone must've misplaced them' he thought. 'But where would they be?'
The he remembered the younger girl and her friend that had been by earlier. 'I wonder if either could've taken them.' he thought. 'Nah, two high school kids wouldn't do that.'
As he got up and spun around he accidentally knocked the jar off the desk. "NO!" he yelled out. There was a loud crash followed by the doctor cursing himself for his lack of carefulness. The archeologist ran around to the other side to find the jar in pieces. He didn't happen to see the long, black snake that had now perched itself on top of the desk behind him.
The last thing that Dr. Marc Weathers felt was a sharp piercing pain in his back before the world vanished before his eyes and darkness welcomed him.
Chloe's body leaned in closer to examine one of the many items in Ford's Sporting Good's although Chloe had not willed it to do so. Nisette had assumed control shortly after leaving the Talon. She wanted to experience more of the outside world without "being along for the ride" as Chloe put it.
She also shocked the guys when she impersonated Chloe's voice perfectly. Nisette was rewarded with their suspicions but she shot them down.
"Why would I show you this?" She asked them infuriately. "Now that I have I have been compromised severely. I could have successfully imitated your friend at any time I wished." Their suspicions swayed, they'd continued on until they found themselves in the sporting good shop.
She carefully picked up the snow globe from it's display counter. Why would someone create an item such as this, little one?
It's a decorative item Chloe tried to explain to the Tok'ra. When Nisette still didn't understand, Chloe pulled an image from her memories of one of her earliest Christmases. She was sitting at the base of the tree with her father and mother watching the enthusiastic young girl from behind as she hurriedly unwrapped her presents. One of those was a snow globe. Chloe's mother placed the globe on the mantle for all to enjoy. Chloe couldn't stand to relive the memory much more and quickly pushed it to the farthest regions of her mind.
Nisette detected Chloe's abrupt sadness and wanted to ask her about but decided against it. She would ask at a different time when they were alone and Chloe was feeling better.
The excursion to the sporting goods store continued on in silence for both symbiote and host.
At the dig site, Dr. Weather's unconscious body began to move. A finger here, a sudden twitch of a toe here. Before long his eyes shot open wide.
And glowed.
Arioch, the once famed ruler of this portion of earth, pulled himself up and onto his feet. He scanned his surroundings while going over his new host's memories. He was shocked to find that over two thousand years had passed since his imprisonment.
He gave a low growl. Imprisonment? How absurd for a god! He scanned the tent for anything that resembled a weapon and was disappointed to find nothing. After again referring to his host's memories, he found out that there were a few zat'nikatels in another tent. Arioch smiled. He would get a weapon and find that Tok'ra sholva that had help to crumble his empire.
And he would kill her.
The young man worked diligently in his office clamoring through the various artifacts. One of the off world teams had just brought an interesting tablet written in language of the Ancients. He continued to try and decipher the old language; often pausing to glance between the tablet and one of the many reference books he'd stockpiled on his desk.
A sudden beeping noise brought him away from his work. He glanced over to the computer sitting on another desk.
An e-mail.
He had a new e-mail.
The man look dumbfounded. He, Jonas Quinn, had an e-mail?
"I didn't even know they gave me an account." he said to no one in particular. He clicked the "New Mail" icon and immediately noticed that it wasn't for him but for Dr. Jackson.
The recently deceased, Dr. Jackson.
No, ascended to a higher plane of existence, Jonas thought. knowing full well that Daniel Jackson, the man that had opened the Stargate on earth hadn't died due to radiation exposure that fateful day. He was brought out of his thoughts when he saw an attachment on the e-mail.
He clicked it.
And was shocked at what he saw.
It was a picture of the Goa'uld canopic jar.